Still on the shelf. Plotting our demise.

Blizzard of Aught Nine, Part 4

OMG. I think that's more snow than I have seen in YEARS. We definitely frolicked, and I have the pictures to prove it:

First, though, we all put on 3 pairs of pants

Ben's windshield wipers were surprised to see all the snow

Waist high snow

Harry has snow jazz hands

Harry was at the bottom of our hill screaming "Carry Harry!" so I had to abandon Jack at the top-- he flapped his arms a bit.

Check out Ben's Sconnie Bluetooth

Poor Santa.

DOES. NOT. LIKE.

Jack only wanted to be held. He also wanted to stand near a lamp post, or a bush, or a tree. BUT NOT CLOSE ENOUGH TO TOUCH IT or else he cried.

Harry unleashed his inner rock star in the drifts

We thought Jack might like to shovel, and he did. For abut 6 seconds. Then he stuck out his useless mittened hands and whined some more.

Jack consented to being hauled around on the sled for quite sometime. Until Harry washed his face with snow.

poor kid. he for serious doesn't like the snow

doesn't this look like we're sledding? we're not.

and he took his mittens off for the 46th time, so we went inside


We may have peaked. It's only 10 am.

Blizzard of Aught Nine, Part 3

Jack just kicked Harry's ass

The Blizzard of Aught Nine, Part 2

Ben at work

The Blizzard of Aught Nine, Part 1

I went shopping yesterday for the refreshments for a persuasive speech contest my department holds each semester. I bought 8 dozen cookies, 4 bags of chocolate candy, and stuff to make some really excellent sherbet punch. The contest was scheduled for tonight.

When I looked outside last night and saw this*

*note the Little Tikes slide still in the yard from this day. Klassy.

I regretted my decision to leave all that stuff in my office. I felt like the likelihood that the show would go on was very small, in light of the snow globe we found ourselves in.

Apparently, the chancellor had similar views from her windows because she cancelled classes at my university, something that NEVER happens-- last year it took me over an hour to drive to campus on final exam day, but drive there I did.

This morning, we woke up slowly, lingered in our warm bed (all of us. in the same warm bed-- but the kiddies didn't join us until about 6:30, which reminds me-- if Jack and Harry go to bed by 7:15 and 7:45 respectively, they sleep until 6:30. If they go to bed any later than those magic times, they're up by 5), and groggily went downstairs for coffee and breakfast smoothies.

Downstairs, we saw THIS:

AUGHHHHHH! WTF is he doing off the shelf?? AUGHHHHHH!! I will keep you abreast of his movements today. Also, if anything happens to us IT WAS THE ELF! THE EFL DID IT!

We also saw this:

And this: (poor trees)

I had the brilliant (read: totally stupid because I lacked coffee) idea to crush the frozen fruit first.

And I broke the blender.

The kids (mostly Harry) had a moment of mild shit-losing

So we improvised with our smoothie making

and watched a little Winnie the Pooh Christmas while I threw together the rest of the half assed breakfast

Ta da! Breakfast!

(no, they're not watching TV while they eat. They, uh, just have that far away look in their eyes because they are, uh, thinking about the, um, magic of the holiday season?)

(also, it would be really great to have punch and 8 dozen cookies today)
To be continued...

SNOW DAY

My university cancelled classes (unheard of!).

So did Harry's school.

And Little Gym is closed.

Also childwatch at my gym.

WHAT THE HELL ARE WE GOING TO DO TOMORROW??
Probably this

Some of that

a little of this

a tad of that

maybe I'll live blog-- you know, just to keep from LOSING MY MIND.

(it looks like a violently shaken snow globe outside)

Fashion nugget

Today, I picked Harry up from Lunch Bunch (where he ate half a clementine and about three bites of his string cheese, leaving a PB&J another clementine, and a bag of cute little iced gingerbread men completely untouched. He never eats at Lunch Bunch, but he always claims to be "stuffed." I, on the other hand, ate an entire VILLAGE of gingerbread people last night on the couch. Grumble, grumble.) and told him to hurry up and grab his back pack because we were going to go home and play in the SNOW!

He practically flew outside to the car (and then flew up the stairs to his classroom and back down again because we forgot his damn backpack).
As you can see, he had a fantastic time cavorting outside (although we did eventually have to go in because he couldn't keep his hat and mittens on):

Also because Jack kept stepping out of his giant boots (also, Jack hates the snow. he just stands there shaking his head and saying oh no, which could mean "snow, no" or "oh, snow" or really oh no-- I have no clue, but he definitely does not like)

Because Harry's snow pants were a 2T and so small they were giving him a wedgie, we went to Target to get new ones and figured we'd pick up and extra pair of boots and some more hats and mittens, too, because Harry has to take all of his snow things to school everyday, but he can't leave them there. Awesome! As I struggle into the building with jack, Harry, Harry's back pack, and Harry's lunchbox, I'm always thinking man I wish I had some more bulky shit to carry. And now my wish. Granted.

Harry passed out immediately upon rolling out of the garage, which saved me 6 minutes of the Muppets Christmas album. Thankfully.

Here's what he picked out. The pants are rolled up because they are a 5T because that's the only size they had in that charming and subtle color. But that was the only pair Harry wanted. Loudly.

Goes nice with his puffy coat, no?

We should go skiing. I'll never lose him on the slopes.